Sunday, June 17, 2012

Brigantine whispers


Exquisite sun beyond bearing
dive into warm Sound waters/yielding sands below.
Fond shouts above/below, bathe in silence.

Laughter of boaters
Sundays after mass, our mass all the night before
as sun set
and bottles cracked
and faint voices floated from
the long dark brigantine beyond the pier.

After the fall of eve
a bull shark slips by beneath
Just passing through, worry only in the August heat.
The manta sleeps at dawn,
the pelicans settle in before the storm.

Taste the salt and
watch the shore storms rise.
Wait, my love,
to swim
'till morning enters.

5 comments:

Peggy Strack said...

I love the ocean and this poem describes it beutifully.

Micki Peluso is the author of "And the Whippoorwill Sang" said...

Hi Marjie,

This is a lovely poem--I enjoyed it immensely. I also love you beautiful website. Hope to read moreof your work soon.

Micki Peluso

Susan P. Cooper said...

Your poem evokes so many feeling! It makes me want to go to the shore, set on the sand and watch the wave and feel the salt breeze on my face. :), Susan Cooper

Patricia Weber said...

As a Pisces and someone who lived on the water for 10 years, you've captured the feelings, sounds and smells (somehow!) of all that comes from being on the water. Beautiful.

Patricia Weber from LinkedIn BHB

Extraordinay Dreams of an Ireland Traveler by Mamie said...

Thank you for sharing these beautiful words of the sea. It is the one place on earth I find complete peace. I look forward to reading more. Also a wonderfully peaceful looking web site.

Rosemary "Mamie" Adkins
Extraordinary Dreams of an Ireland Traveler